A Mourning Land

June 24, 2013 22:29:47 ADT

The heaven’s grow dim in this fog cloaked forest
The world grows ever smaller
The trees in the distance slip into darkness
Trees that are near are shadows

The fog which clings to the air like smoke
Smothering the joy to death
It’s omnipresence has a sickly feeling
Like the blackness in the sky

Soon the forests is dark like India ink
Blackened by the night
Only the sound of the woods in the wind
Decorates the land

Shadows looming over me, dancing in the wind
Disappearing in the sky
They threaten to close in on me, smother me
They’re all around

Dawn finally arrives, lighting up the forest
Shadows turn to trees
A mourning rain begins to drowns the land
The tears of God flow